Chapter 4

Stiles Stilinski stood at the edge of Beacon Hills High School's Lacrosse field watching his ex-best friend walk towards him. He couldn't believe it; Scott McCall looked to be the assistant Coach. Scott smiled at Stiles with the same big dumb smile he's always had. He slowly retracted it when he realized Stiles wasn't smiling back. They stood there standing awkwardly; Stiles finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"So what the hell posset you to willingly have Coach yell at you?" Stiles was an idiot, had a chance to say something nice at least to Scott. Anything like Sorry for the last 10 years or hey man sorry I yelled at you couple weeks ago. He was kicking himself in the ass right now, but Scott didn't seem to mind he smiled and answered the same Scott just a little older.

"Yeah its hell but he's actually retiring this year. He's always been an asshole but he came to me a couple years ago wanted me to take over as head coach when he left. Said I was the only player he could think of that wasn't a total idiot."

"Wow coming from Coach that's as close to a compliment as you're gonna get." Stiles chuckled, but he had to say it. "Hey is there any way you can leave, go grab breakfast or something I just need to talk to you and it might be kind of a long conversation?"

Scott and Stiles sat down at the café in town, both ordered coffee and of course Scott ordered the largest breakfast item on the menu.

"I know what you're going to say Stiles, that's your sorry for being such a douche bag for the last 10 years. That you didn't mean to walk out on all of us just because the girl that you were absolutely in love with died even thought to her you were just a friend and before that you didn't exists to her. You blamed all of us for her death because somehow we could have known she was going to walk herself off that cliff. We all knew what that Gremlock could do, it's why we all pared up in three's. If anyone is to be blamed for her death it was the Gremlock, also you and Derek need to face the fact that you two were with her. Derek wouldn't talk about why either of you couldn't stop the Gremlock, he changes the subject say's it's not his place to answer the question."

Stiles sat in complete and utter awe of everything that came flying at him from Scott; he didn't know what to do. In their entire friendship conflict had never been an issue he was stuck.

"Scott, I…" Scott interrupted him.

"Look Stiles I've had years of pent up anger, I understood that when Lydia was murdered, we had to tell the whole town she committed suicide. We lied our asses off and so did your dad, but when you just shut us all out. That Stiles was like taking a bullet to the head for me, I never thought you would you do that to me. I could see not talking to Isaac, Derek, or even Allison but me Stiles. We have known each other since fucking preschool we where brothers once not just friends. I know you've had a shit life since you left, your dad told me about Elle and your ex-wife. I offered to come with your dad when Elle took a turn for the worse but you didn't want me there. I know your dad was putting it as nicely as he could to me. I know you didn't want me to come."

Stiles was conflicted about everything, but he was right. When he was ready he would tell Scott everything but right now he just needed to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you how sorry I am. I made choices that night when she was murdered. Choices that I can't tell you about right now but I will, before I go home to London I will tell you." Scott leaned forward, furrowing his brow.

"I've been trying to figure out for years how to tell you I was sorry, but it was just easier to stay pissed. To stay in denial of everything, I will admit I jumped into a new life as soon as I go to London. I um, I almost changed my name that's how bad it was. I want to work out our friendship, I know I burned a lot of bridges when I left it's time to rebuild." He looked up from the table to see Scott smiling.

"Oh my god that was the sappiest thing you've said in years, the worst thing I've heard come out of your mouth." Scott laughed he couldn't contain it. Stiles started laughing to, it felt good to laugh again with Scott.

"Well lets rebuild like you said. But there's one thing I've got to know?"

"What's that?" Stiles asked.

"Who in the hell was this mad women that wanted to Procreate with you, of all people?"

"Ha ha big word for you Scotty can you spell that big word you dick?"

They sat and laughed they knew they had a lot to work on. 10 years of distance couldn't be repaired over breakfast. Stiles wished it was that easy but years of pent up emotion and denial needed to be hashed out. Stiles kept secrets from everyone even himself, he realized who he was at 18 and he needed to find it again. He knew he had forgotten how to be the real Stiles. He had shoved all of it into a drawer and filed it away throwing away the key.

"Hey Scott, I don't mean to pry but why did Alison leave?" Scott quickly stopped laughing, he was pretty sure it hit a raw nerve but he had to ask.

"Well unlike you she um she left 3 years after graduation. It was hell, she hunted down anything that moved. Anytime the other hunters would call she was gone. It was hard being with someone that killed your own species. I was pretty much done when she killed at Rouge werewolf 2 miles right out side of town."

"Hey she was just protecting the town Scott."

"No, no she wasn't. He was being hunted down by his pack because he wasn't willing to kill for them. She heard Derek and I talking about it, she knowingly killed a werewolf knowing he wouldn't fight back. I asked her why she said he was weak he wasn't going to be any use to the pack if he couldn't kill."

"Holy shit man she went fucking crazy! No offence but she makes my ex-wife sound like a saint. Hell she left me when our daughter was well you know."

"Yeah I know, it just makes me wish we could have with stood something like that. With all that she lost over the years Lydia just pushed her over pushed everybody over. I'm actually amazed Derek was even affected." Scott said getting up from the table. Stiles followed right behind him.

"Hey man just stop by tonight, I would really like you to meet Elle."

Scott couldn't contain his joy, he'd wanted to meet Elle ever since he saw the picture John had on his desk of Stiles holding her as a newborn.

"I can't wait, I'll stop by around 6. I've gotta get back before Coach has my head. I'll see you tonight man."

Talking to Scott was the biggest reality check he'd had in years. He knew he had to tell Scott the reasons behind why Derek and he couldn't save Lydia, the truth is more painful than anyone could imagine. Sometimes that night it still wakes him, the human chooses.